While William toiled away at work.
During the day, Isabet still had to work part-time. It was always good to earn an extra wage.
Lower City, Mary Street.
Dilapidated houses, filthy streets... it was a completely different world from the other districts of Plymouth.
Of course, compared to the Ruined City, where gangs held sway and armed brawls broke out almost every day, Mary Street was still fairly decent.
Isabet was a child who had grown up on Mary Street.
Children raised here basically had no chance at an education; many did not even live past infancy.
Some parents, unable to care for their children because of work, would even buy the juice of mandrake flowers to feed them. It had an anesthetic effect that could make an infant sleep peacefully for an entire day, so they would not disturb their exhausted parents.
Deformities, disease, hunger, cold... like countless demons, they claimed the lives of many infants and toddlers.
And even if they managed to grow up, at eleven or twelve they would be sent to factories that used child labor, becoming consumables amid grueling work.
That was why Isabet knew how precious her job at the bar was. Even though she had to endure daily harassment, she silently persevered.
Recently, her luck seemed to be gradually improving.
Not only had she found a well-paying job, but that disgusting customer had died in a stinking gutter. And perhaps there was even a chance of something developing with William?
Though William was a poor boy, to many girls in Lower City, he was already a decent romantic prospect.
At that thought, a faint smile appeared on Isabet's face as she walked.
"Hi, Isabet. I heard you found a proper job at the bar recently. That's wonderful."
On Mary Street, a white-haired